On my penultimate day as a 29 year old, I had a meltdown. Posting pictures of myself on social media, hashtagging nonsense about how fantastic my twenties had been reminiscing and pining after my youth. Endless summers of debauchery and stupidity, winters packed with idiocy and fun. Bouncing back from every weekend bender like I had been at a day spa rather than a squat rave. Take me back. That’s all I could think…